Many days passed
And now, things seem to be vast.
We paint a picture, small and still,
But its uncertain, we need a drill.

As I lay not dying,
Not the book some are reading,
I see a vision.
I feel something, perhaps, confusion.

I lay here, alive.
But I see them, attempting to survive.
Now once again, life revealed itself to me
But still, its God's Grace that reaches humanity.

I have it.
Unlike them stucked in a pit.
Realizing this should not produce grief
But be selfless like a stiff.